By Bertie Brouhard
[Note: We at the Davisite hope to feature Bertie’s columns going forward with the permission of the author and the DE]
There? Where’s “there?” Are you driving to the Marina in San Francisco? Sutter Hospital in Sacramento? Yosemite Valley? South Shore at Lake Tahoe?
Not just major attractions in big urban centers, but I hear the complaint about midtown Sacramento or Golden One and certainly for many places in our fine city of Davis. “There’s no place to park!”
All I have are my observations which I capture visually as a street photographer and hopefully entertain you with words in this column. And I love automobiles having been born into, raised by and shaped in an exciting, vibrant car culture.
My dad cherished his Scotch-plaid-seated Chrysler, his yellow Buick Special Convertible with the red leather seats, his sporty white V-8 Studebaker Hawk and his grumbling Hemi Dodge Charger. In 1976, when my family of four left Cleveland for Colorado Springs in our new red Plymouth Volare station wagon, I was riding higher than ever.
We’ve since travelled in Chevy station wagons, a Dodge Caravan and several boring but practical sedans. Currently, I have a Mini Cooper and a Dodge Promaster RV.
Now proudly 80, I recently passed the eye test and had my driver’s license renewed for five more years. I don’t intend to renew it again!
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